#Exotic Oil Massage Valencia

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Couples Tantric Massage Session

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Draconian Deeds (Part II)

Part I

This fic went from a oneshot to a series quick! I don’t know how many parts this is going to be...but please enjoy and again; sorry for any errors.

Draconian Deeds is inspired by this post right here!

Summary: Erik is a powerful sorcerer who is using his abilities to resurrect the love of his life; she was taken from him by someone he trusted, dearly.

Themes/Genre: Supernatural (with occult themes), Drama with a bit of Smut.

During the last moon of Ashur…

Small multi-colored orbs like fireflies illuminated the massive gallery; weaving through the air like glitter, emitting a dreamlike ambience. Crystal statues, relics and artwork from all over the African diaspora occupied this lavish space. Large onyx columns adorned with exotic plants, embellished the corners. A pleasant aroma of essential oils filled the room. Melanated people of diverse complexions filled the room. Strong and graceful bodies danced, heads moved slowly as their hips swayed to the music that reverberated off the glossy walls. Some guests lounged, engaged in conversations, some smoked on exotic herbs forming a sultry haze in the air. Figures of the various sexes were entwined in eclectic sexual positions lost in bliss; their moans of ecstasy oozing from their plumps lips.

In the midst of it all, Erik relaxed on his vibranium craved throne, donned in nothing but a black silk robe. His beloved bride, Valencia sat firmly on his lap, her soft hand rubbing his chest, her head resting on his shoulder, her eyes closed as she enjoyed the buzz of the party taking place. Her figure was draped in a red lace robe. Erik massaged her thigh with one hand while the other tapped lazily on the arm of his throne.

“I’m bored.” He sighed. 

Valencia chuckled at his remake as she continued to relax.

Erik glanced around the room at all of his guests. The room was full of friends and supporters from both America and Wakanda. His eyes took in all the pleasures that occupied the vast space. A few servants walked through the crowd of people, carrying assorted glasses of liquor and stimulants. Erik spotted one servant near his throne and with the slightest flick of his finger, a glass quickly drifted towards him.

Taking the glass in his restless hand, he took a sip of the mysterious purple liquid. 

Valencia stirred from her light rest, opening her eyes, she adjusted herself in Erik’s lap, lightly stretching her nimble figure. Erik glanced at his lover as he lowered the glass from his lips. Valencia took the glass from his hand, briefly smelling its contents before taking a sip.

Erik smiled at her, something he always did in her presence. He was the light of his world, a treasure he would never let go.

Valencia lowered the glass from her lips as she looked around the room. Her eyes fell on a gorgeous couple who were in the middle of teasing each other. Erik followed her gaze, he smiled when he spotted what she was looking at.

“Like what you see?” he asked, playfulness in his tone.

Valencia bite her lip as she continued to look at the couple. Despite the arousal of many flooding the vast room, it did nothing to stir Erik. But, as he looked at his beloved and felt her arousal grow, his loins began to stir. Valencia felt Erik’s member stiffen under her round bottom. She turned to look at Erik, a lecherous smirk spread across his lips.

“What are you thinking about?” She asked.

“You.”

Valencia chuckled, a luminous smile danced across her face.

“I thought you were bored.” She said.

Erik licked his lips as his eyes went from hers to her plump lips.

“Not anymore.” Erik said as desire laced his voice. 

With the snap of his finger, the glass that was in Valencia’s hand left her grasp and appeared on an idle tray of a server.

Still stroking her thigh with one hand, he took the other and placed it around her neck, firmly. Valencia let out an involuntary breath as Erik took her lips into his.

The two lovers shared a long, slow, passionate kiss. Erik’s hand stopped caressing her thigh and made its way between her legs before finding her moist folds.

He began to fondle her.

Valencia felt Erik’s member jerk beneath her for a second time. Erik moaned as she bit down on juicy bottom lip. She broke the kiss, carefully moving away but not without igniting a spine-tingling spark of electricity between her lips and his.

Erik opened his eyes, slightly awaken from his lusty daze as he stopped playing with Valencia’s core.

“Trying to put on a show?” Valencia asked her bright brown eyes peering into his loving dark ones.

Erik removed his hand from her neck to touch his stinging lips. He loved the sensation.

“I’m always ready to show off what you can do, baby.” He said smiling.

“I want to go play with that couple over there.” Valencia said as she motioned her head toward the couple she spotted earlier.

Erik looked over at the couple who were now embracing each other.

“You know I’m down for whatever.”

Tonight, was clear; the endless stars shined bright in the dark sky. T’Challa looked out at skyline of his homeland from the comfort of his private office. The posh Wakandan office was spotless from top to bottom. The room was made entirely of white marble. Furniture laced with bits of vibranium occupied this space. As he turned from the large window, he was greeted by the faces of his sister Shuri and confidant W’Kabi.

“As you were saying, W’Kabi.” T’Challa said as he walked toward his desk.

Shuri was reclined in the lush office chair as much of her attention was on reading some information on her vibranium tablet.

“Support for you and your domain is quickly declining. We’ve tried all we could, but nothing has worked. People are getting restless.” W’Kabi said, his voice tired. He’d been awake for the last few days, helping with small scrimmages that have been appearing all over Wakanda.

T’Challa neared his desk, before he took a seat, he looked up at the painting of his father that adorned the wall behind his office chair.

Shuri kept flicking away on her tablet, not bothering to look up at her brother before she spoke.

“Brother, our technology won’t be able to hold out much longer. Support for Erik—”

T’Challa whipped his head towards his sister as he interrupted her, a grimace on his face. “Do not utter his name in my presence!”

Shuri froze as she timidly looked up at her brother. W’Kabi let out a small breath as he looked at his king anxiously.

T’Challa took a deep breath as he adjusted his royal attire before taking a seat. Both Shuri and W’Kabi were silent as they waited for him to speak.

“Our technology…” T’Challa took another breath before continuing. “Is the best the world has ever seen…has ever known.”

Shuri and W’Kabi looked at each other as T’Challa continued.

“His powers come from the same source, correct?” T’Challa asked looking at Shuri.

Shuri immediately looked at her brother as she responded.

“Yes. But—”

T’Challa placed a hand up to halt her words.

Shuri signed in frustration. W’Kabi adjusted his posture, sitting up straighter in his seat.

“With that being said. There has to be a way in which we can cripple him.”

“But we’ve tried everything. Attacking his groups in secret didn’t work, trying to convince The Council didn’t work and the assassination attempt failed, miserably!” W’Kabi said more harshly than he intended. 

T’Challa shot W’Kabi a cold look, his ire growing rapidly. W’Kabi noticed this look but held T’Challa’s gaze. Shuri noticed the exchange between both men and decided to try to calm the waters.

“Brother, Eri—his powers reside in a primal form of vibranium.” Shuri looked at her tablet and began tapping away before she held the screen up to her brother. “His power have been cultivated not only due to the vibranium but also his training with The Council and their magick.” 

T’Challa lightly shoved the tablet away. Shuri frowned as she pulled it back into her lap.

T’Challa sat back in his seat as he thought over what his sister just mentioned to him. Erik’s power was innate but it had been cultivated by both vibranium and his training as a sorcerer in Wakanda’s secret society known only to a select few as The Council. T’Challa quickly became lost in thought. His mind went over his missed opportunity to cultivate his own magickal abilities to a more elevated state as Erik’s. He opted to focus his pursuits on advancing the qualities of his homeland’s most precious resource in the name of science. This bore him fruit and power but he wanted more. He spun around in his office chair to face the picture of his father.

“What would you do father?” T’Challa said to himself under his breath.

Shuri and W’Kabi both sighed as they relaxed in their seats a bit, happy that their king was lost in thought. Shuri went back to her tablet while W’Kabi was focused on T’Challa trying to gauge what he could be thinking.

Time wasn’t on T’Challa’s side to train in the magickal ways of his ancestors to even be a match for Erik. There was no way he was going to beat Erik at his own game, using ancient magick and knowledge, especially with the power of The Council backing him. T’Challa still had his fair share of supporters who wanted Wakanda to remain in his control but most of his influence was waning; many were swayed due to an age old prophecy of a new age rising. The Council anticipated that Erik was going to spearhead this new age.

T’Challa continued to scry into the picture of his father, searching for answers. He was stirred from his musing when a loud sound was heard from the distance.

BOOM!

All three Wakandan’s hopped to their feet.

“What was that!?” Shuri asked, her voice a little frantic.

W’Kabi turned to look at the massive window. Bright lights bombarded the clear night sky.

“Fireworks.” W’Kabi said with annoyance in his tone.

Shuri looked at W’Kabi, surprised.

“Fireworks? For what?” she asked.

T’Challa spoke up. “There was a party tonight.”

Shuri smiled as she turned to look at her brother.

“Party? Where? Why wasn’t I invited?”

W’Kabi turned to look at T’Challa as he answered his sister.

“It is Erik’s party.”

The room was silent for a beat. T’Challa signed as he sat back in his seat. W’Kabi looked at Shuri as she looked at her brother.

“And he didn’t invite us? What gives?” She said smiling. W’Kabi gave her the side eye. T’Challa looked up at Shuri.

“Shuri…” he said, his tone stern.

“What? I heard he throws the best parties! All types of cool shit happens.”

W’Kabi sat back in his seat before speaking.

“And what type of cool shit is that?” W’Kabi asked although he heard stories too. He was just amused to see Shuri dig herself deeper into a hole.

Shuri became nervous as her mind went over all of the outrageous things she’s heard about Erik’s parties.

She looked at both her brother and W’Kabi nervously.

“Well…a bunch of beautiful people get together and…” She stammered thinking of all the freaky things she’s heard from the palace staff.

“They get together and…have fun…”

W’Kabi scoffed.

T’Challa bites down, grinding his teeth a bit before speaking.

“Debauchery of all kinds happen at those parties. He is a stain to this great nation.” He says with a quiet intensity.

Shuri takes a seat as she lowers her gaze, refusing to look at her brother.

“The types of people that he appeals to are vagrants, misfits, outcasts. They have no place within Wakanda.”

Shuri and W’Kabi are silent.

“But…” T’Challa says getting up from his seat again. He’s lost in thought but only for a moment.

“I have a plan.”

During the start of the New Age…

 “You’re crazy to think you will ever be able to defeat Erik!” Valencia said mockingly as she stared T’Challa in the face.

Valencia and T’Challa stood in the vast library, the moonlight illuminated part of the area where they both stood.

Valencia could feel Erik near. She had a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach. Part of her was screaming for her to get away from T’Challa but another part of her, a more gentler part just refused to acknowledge that he was the culprit for such feelings.

T’Challa idly walked around Valencia, taking in her figure. He admired her shape as his mind went over his plans. Valencia noticed the strange look in his eyes as she followed his gaze, that strange feeling stirred within her again.

“I never wanted it to come to this…” T’Challa said as he continued to walk around Valencia, his gaze bore into hers.

“I don’t like your tone, T’Challa.” Valencia said as she waved her hand, a soft blue transparent light encircled her body. She moved away from him but as she did, his left hand began to glow a vibrant green color.

Valencia froze, her body was stiff!

“Your tricks won’t work here.” He said, bitterness laced his voice.

She looked closely at T’Challa and noticed many small sigils decorated his glowing hand. Her eyes widened in shock.

T’Challa grinned.

“Mangani!” T’Challa yelled.

As he shouted the strange word, Valencia felt more constricted, like she was being squeezed. She tried to move but her attempt was futile.

“Tsekani!”

T’Challa slowly walked toward Valencia. She tried to place the strange language he spoke. The magick he used was strong.

“Khakani.” He said as he neared Valencia. She expected her shield to protect her but as he reached out with his glowing hand, it dissolved; casting a small shimmering luster like shattered glass.

Using the hand adorned in strange markings he caressed her cheek. Valencia winced under his touch. The glowing hand emitted an intense cold heat.  

T’Challa leaned in close to Valencia’s face taking in her alluring features. She opened her mouth to speak but T’Challa spoke up.

“Shh…” he said stroking her cheek.

Valencia felt the foreign feeling of fear rise within her. For the first time in a long time she was afraid.

She was speechless, shock filled her eyes. T’Challa looked deep into her eyes. A smile on his lips. His gaze went from hers to her mouth. He unconsciously licked his lips before he spoke.

“I’m not going to kill you.” T’Challa said.

Valencia strained to move.

It was no use.

T’Challa leaned in close, placing a soft kiss on her lips.

As he broke the kiss. He spoke the last words that Valencia would ever hear again.

“You will have a fate worse than death.” He whispered onto her lips.

Author’s Note: This chapter is dedicated to the ancestor, Octavia E. Butler (her birthday was the 22nd of June). I hope you all enjoyed Part II of this story. I’m currently brainstorming for Part III.

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